My Multi Ego

Getting Out

Recap

As I was putting the pieces together in my head, my eyes went wide. Well only my right one, the left was swollen shut.

I slowly turned around to where Egypt was laying to find that she was gone. "Shit where did she go without us hearing her leave?" Dan said pissed off and it's not because she lifted with out of hearing her, it was because now she know what we are and what we want her for once she gets out. "Fuck Bruno's going to kick our asses" I cursed slamming my bruised fists against my disk.

Devil POV(Egypt multi personality)

"Ok so they want us in their gang" I thought to myself. "Don't even think about it, you'll get us all killed" Dare(Egypt other personality) hissed at me.

"At least we'll all die having fun" I laugh evilly.

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I laid in my all white room on my all white bed, thinking about how I came to be here in the nut house. I shudder at what I was able to remember which was a lot but not all of the reasons why.

Back at the juvenile detention center all I know is that I caused a lot of trouble. I remember setting that police officer that had knocked me out awhile back on fire and I thank god he lives with only third degree burns covering 60 percent of his body.

I remember fighting my therapist and the warden founding out, he refused Jim from ever seeing me again. I remember trying to drown the lunch lady in a pot of chile when I had lunch duty for a month but I can't remember why I did it.

I remember sneaking into the cell of that girl who jumped me in the girls shower room when I first got there but I don't remember what I did to her just that I never seen her again.

I remember attacking Kate when I seen her in the hallway on my way to class and getting into another fight with Dan when he pulled me off of her.

I remember the warden always yelling at me until after 10 months of being there, he sent me to a discipline army boot camp in Russia. Where they tied to discipline me using multiple methods. From running marathon like miles to cleaning day in day out, training me in fighting which in the end it had only benefited me, but when none of those worked, they moved on to brutal methods.

Like beating the shit out of me when I talked back or refused doing something which was all the time, they beat me until the point I couldn't walk or open my eyes for hours.

I ended up giving up but the other sides of me didn't then fought back with everything they had which was a lot but in the end I was just beaten more. After 2 years of being in that place I was sent to st. Elizabeth as a mental patience after one of the soldiers heard me talking to myself and using different voice tone to answer my own questions. In reality I was talking to my multi personalities.

I was knock out of my thoughts when my room door opened.

"Ms. Diesel you are free to go after you visit your doctor" I seat up on my bed confused. I looked at the in the white nurse coat who was holding my pills and a bottom of water. "It's been three years all ready?" I question shock time had went by so fast. "Yes mam" she replied in a monotone and stretches her arms out to hand me my pill and water.

I took the pill from her swallowing it and took the bottle of water, drinking all of it. The nurse stands there looking at me with a rise thin eyebrow. I roll my eyes and open my mouth and lifting my tongue up so she can see I really had swallowed the pill.

Satisfied, she turn on her heal and I follow.

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"Are you happy that your leaving Egypt?" my doctor seats across from me with her notepad. I'm not happy I'm leaving I'm fucking ecstatic I'm getting out of here, 6 years of being locked up can do this to you.

After a while of silences I finally answer "Yes"

"Mmm, and why is that?" I looked at her like she was stupid but answer anyways "I get to see my brother" My voice was even. A picture of my four year old baby brother pops into my head its been six freaking years since I've seen him. My mother refuses to let him visit me but I have talked to him on the phone ever Monday and Friday.

His birthday was not to long ago and he turned 10 years old. I remember him crying on the phone about how our mother forgot his birthday again or how she never dropped him or picked him up for school.

"Well Egypt I'm not going to hold you up any longer just remember to take your pill ever six hours. They will stop the voices in your head and when you run out go get them refill at any doctors office" I nod my head getting up from my seat and leaving not even saying a thank you or a goodbye.

The army boot camp have its pros and cons. Pros are I'm a better fighter, I am able to run miles without getting tried, I can take a beaten without making any noise or shedding a single tear but ever good has its bad.

The cons are I hate with every fiber in my body being touch by any human being. I would react violently if someone touches anywhere but my hands, I can only sleep for four hours a day before I wake up paranoid, and I have scars.

You can't really see them unless your up close because there white and the ones you can't see you can feel the teared skin and muscle that had healed, the only place you can see my scars clearly is my back, that where the wounds run deep.

Signing my name out of the front desk to release and to get my things. "Here you go sweetie" the lady at the front desk hand me my clothes, shoes, and house keys. All the things I had when I was arrested 6 years ago.

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Walking out of st. Elizabeth, I wasn't surprise when no one was here to pick me up. Now how am I'm going to get from Russia to Florida with no many for transportation.

I was ready to walk away when the lady to the front desk came running towards me. Out of instinct I spread my legs, straighten my back and hands into fist. "Sorry mam I forgot to give you your plane ticket, it's funded by the government since you live in the United States" she handed me my ticket, I took it from her and walked away.